A Second in the Spotlight- Part One
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Maya dreams of becoming a famous singer, but mustering up enough courage to go on stage to perform isn’t easy. What’s more, Maya’s mum died when she was born, and the pictures hidden in the attic are all she has left of her. Stumbling across her mum’s diary one day, Maya discovers her mother’s childhood, and the reason her dad has been silent about her mum all these years…
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- Tap, tap, tap
- I love bugs, but the crickets chirping in the corner of my room was really irritating. The waves of the beach churned and swirled, edges hemmed with glistening soft sunlight and fluffy, salty sea foam. The sun simply hung in the sky, casting bright threads of light off into the desolate morning as I peered fixedly out of the window.
- Soft footsteps pattered through the hall, followed by an exhausted yawn. Dad. I catapulted myself into bed and pulled the duvet up and over my head, breathing softly. The door creaked open, casting a thread of light through the small gap. Dad peeked in, ruffled and zombie-like.
- The poor guy had been working all day arguing over a case about two guys who robbed a bank and claimed to be innocent. Dad didn’t think so, but the jury thought otherwise, and they spent hours fighting over whether they were innocent or not. Dad’s a lawyer, but not just any lawyer, he’s the judge, and even then he says the jury won’t listen to him. I never come to the courtroom.
- After Dad's footsteps had faded to a slight patter, I stretched my arm across my bedside table and nudged a small, dog-eared photograph off it. I caught it deftly with one hand and carefully stroked it with the other. A pair of beaming faces peered up at me, one I couldn't even recognize. The sun twinkled behind my parents and the waves crested over the gritty, sandy shore.
- I must have fallen asleep, as the last thing I remember was the photo falling out of my grasp, though I didn't see anything. The sunlight peeked through the blind, lining it with a soft, frame-like glow. I shovelled down the cornflakes Dad had left on the bench, before slipping on my uniform and brushing my hair and teeth.
- After smoothing my blankets, sheet, and pillows onto my bed in a lazy fashion, I carefully shut my door and got to work. Work on my songs. Everyone has an ambition, and, I know it sounds silly, but my dream is to become a singer. Even though I'm known throughout the school for my timidness and shy reputation, singing has always been a passion of mine. Despite the fact I've never set foot on a stage.
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